Yep, this took forever. Life.
Watching the horrified expressions on her friends' faces makes everything worse.
Astrid wishes they would turn away, would not look at her and what the men do to her. By now, she almost doesn't care anymore. The pain of their hard thrusts and of the leather straps digging into her melt together into one overlying sense of pain, and that's what she focuses on. The pain as a whole and not the knowledge about what's causing this pain.
But seeing the horror in Fishlegs' eyes, the utter bafflement on Tuff's face and the burning rage on Snot's, Dagur's, and Eret's... It makes everything real. Only a small part of her is bothered by the fact that they've seen her naked now. The by far bigger part hates that they witness her weakness. How she doesn't fight back, how she just passively lets herself get raped over and over again.
So when the impatient man from before steps in front of her again and pushes his filthy cock against her lips, she doesn't press them together, which would have been useless anyway. Instead, she opens her mouth quicker than he anticipated, takes him in - and bites down hard.
The man howled in anguish, jerks back, and stares at his dick, blood oozing from a nasty tear at the tip. Astrid spits out blood and grins, satisfied with her accomplishment. But the sensation doesn't last.
Her head snaps to the side as a hand slaps her face, leaving her ears tingling and her eyes reeling. The whole room is spinning around her, the only anchor point the hard cock pounding her insides.
"Now, look at that," Geir practically purrs, kneeling to get his eyes on her level. "There's still some fight in you left? Impressive. Oh, how I'd love to make you my bed slave and thoroughly break you, slowly and..." he reaches out to caress her face but pulls his hand back as she snaps at him. "Hah! Looks like we'll need something else to tame this wildcat. Are you finally done, Soren?"
The man behind her, Soren, grunts in annoyance, speeds up his thrusts, and practically explodes inside her, the pressure of his cum making her groan, too. She feels bloated and sick, the cum constantly dripping out of her makes her feel dirty.
"Turn her around," Geir commands, making a gesture with his hand, and then leaves the cell.
Astrid has no time to think about what he's doing as rough hands touch her. The ropes attached to her harness loosen, but before she can try to make a run, she gets tied into the weird contraption again. This time, she hangs back down in the air, legs spread wide for everyone to see and head hanging uncomfortably. Astrid is actually glad as the collar gets attached to another rope and at least somewhat stabilizes her neck. The men around her admire their handwork, one jerking off and letting his cum splash across her belly and breasts until Geir returns.
He nods with approval, then crouches down by her head again. "Now, we can do this the easy or the hard way," he purrs menacingly. "Open up your pretty mouth, wide, or this is going to hurt."
Astrid doesn't even think about giving in and just glares at the man, at the sardonic gleam in his eyes.
"Very well then..." He grabs her jaw and presses incredibly strong fingers into her cheeks. Astrid whimpered at the pain, the angry yells of her friends nothing but distant mumbling. Geir squeezes her jaw tighter and grinds her bones until she parts her lips with a pained scream. Letting him break her jaw wouldn't help her.
Before she knows what happens, he pushes something past her lips and teeth, something hard and metallic. It's a ring, wide enough to fit around her wrist. Geir quickly gets it into position behind her teeth and then fixates it with leather straps around her head. "Let's see how you'll bite anyone now," he sneers, then stands and opens his belt again.
Astrid tries to get rid of the ring, tries to push it out of her mouth or to shift it into another position, but the leather keeps it firmly in place. The roof of her mouth already hurts from the pressure against is as do her teeth. But far worse is the pain in her jaw from keeping it so far open. She wants to tell Geir to take it out, to beg even, but she can't speak a word. She only catches a quick glimpse of Snot and Dagur yelling and slamming against the bars as Geir thrusts his cock through the ring and into her mouth.
He pushes in deep, deeper than she's ever taken Hiccup in, and even though he is smaller, it feels horrible. With her head hanging freely, he can push deep down her throat, which makes her gag and keeps her from breathing.
"Gods, yes," he moans, rocking back and forth. Astrid struggles in her confinement, jerks helplessly and shrieks against his meat, but he doesn't budge. To make it worse there's suddenly another man between her legs, his cock in her ass without hesitation while his fingers probe her slit. Astrid gets bounced back and forth between the two thrusting men, mind too stunned to register what happens until Geir's cum fills her mouth, her throat. It makes her cough and gag, most of it going down her throat but some also flowing back and into her nose. She retches and gags, gasping for air, but before she can do much another cock gets pushed into her mouth and the horror begins anew.
Astrid doesn't know for how long this continues, how many men rape her or how many times. At some point, her mind goes utterly blank and she stops fighting, and eventually, she loses her consciousness altogether.